City Bus

Next to incarceration. losing your driver's license is one the biggest losses of liberty you could ever experience.  I know.  It happened to me.  But, every cloud has it's silver lining.  Through poor judgement on my part, with a little assist from my good friend, Jose Cuervo, I was arrested for suspicion of driving under the influence. 

After a night of drinking and cruising at the Parliament House I hooked up with a guy that drove me to his place for some sucking and fucking.  We engaged in all sorts of drunken debauchery.  More drinks, poppers, lots of cocksucking, you name it, until we were both exhausted.  As I curled up next to him in his bed to sleep, he tells me I need to go.

"You can't stay," he tells me.  "My boyfriend works third shift and will be home in a couple of hours."

"My car is at the club."  I replied.

"Get dressed, I'll take you back."  he said.

"I'm not sure I should be driving."  I told him.

"Trust me, you don't want to be here when he gets home."

That said, I got up, gathered my clothes, and got dressed.  I was a bit unsteady on my feet as we made our way to his car.  He pulled up next to my car when we got back to the club and I took in some deep breaths before getting out.  I was fucked up and knew I shouldn't be behind the wheel.  

Poor judgement prevailed.  I poured myself into the front seat, fastened my seatbelt, and set out for home.  I wasn't two blocks from the club when I noticed flashing blue and red lights illuminating the night. I quickly pulled over, gathered my composure, and put on my best sober face for the approaching cop. 

It seems driving at 3:00 AM without headlights is frowned upon in the great state of Florida. Sensing my impairment, the officer politely asked that I step from the vehicle. He then asked me to perform a field sobriety test which I declined.  Long story short, I was arrested, handcuffed, read my rights, and placed in the back of his patrol car.

When we got to the jail I was asked to submit to a breathalyzer test which I refused.

"Just so you know, refusal of a breathalyzer is an automatic one year suspension of your drivers license under Florida law." the officer informed me.

I assured him I was aware and the refusal stood. Even in my drunken state I knew I had enough alcohol in my system to be guaranteed a felony DUI charge.  As it stood now, I could only be charged with suspected drunk driving and after eight hours in jail I would be released with a promise to appear. The license suspension was immediate, though.

The following day I found an attorney that specialized in DUI's.  He went to work on my case immediately and by the time my scheduled arraignment arrived he had worked out a plea deal with the district attorney.  I plead out to alcohol related reckless driving, a misdemeanor.  Pretty much got a slap on the wrist from the judge with an admonishment not to drive on a suspended license and was allowed to go my merry way.

This is how I came to rely on friends and the city transit system for my transportation. Fortunately, Orlando has a decent public transportation system, and even more fortunate for me, the bus stop was a stones throw from my front door.

As I boarded the bus for the first time and walked down the aisle to take a seat I noticed most of the passangers didn't even look up from what they were doing. As I neared the back of the bus I saw a man checking me out from head to toe. He appeared to be in his early forties and was quite pleasant to look at. His hair was completely gray at the temples and the hair on his head had streaks of grey throughout. His shirt collar was unbuttoned revealing tufts of salt and pepper chest hair. I have a weakness for hairy men and found him to be quite sexy. I took the seat across the aisle from him.  I was keenly aware he was checking me out during the ride. When I glanced in his direction, I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring. He smiled and nodded his head at me.  As  I returned the friendly gesture he placed his hand on his crotch and made an exaggerated move as though adjusting himself. A signal I'm quite familiar with.  The bus arrived at his stop, which was just two blocks from mine. He got up from his seat and proceeded to the back door giving a final flirtatious glance in my direction.

I saw him several more times the following weeks, always took the seat across the aisle from him, and the same cat and mouse game ensued each time. It was time to make a move. The following morning I got on the bus and took my usual seat across from him, but this time I sat at an angle in my seat facing him with my left shoulder against the window. As the bus took off I crossed my right foot over my left knee. I wasn't wearing any underwear that day and I allowed my dick to "slip" out of the leg of my shorts. I was in his direct line of sight and I knew he could see my wardrobe malfunction. He stared unashamedly and I could see his pants beginning to tent. His obvious arousal made my cock stir and I was beginning to snake farther out of my the leg of my shorts.

Glancing around, he got up and moved over to sit next to me. I straightened in my seat to give him room.  Without hesitation he reached up the leg of my shorts and began fondling my growing erection. Spreading my legs to give him easier access I placed my right hand on his crotch and wrapped my fist around his fully erect cock. He was quite thick and my cock sprang to life. 

"Fuck, that's big!" he whispered. 

He started stroking my cock and I began oozing streams of pre-cum onto the floor. He cupped his hand over the head of my dick and rubbed my gooey discharge around my piss hole, my glans, and the shaft of my throbbing dick. My cock was wet and glistening with pre-cum and he began to rhythmically stroke the entire length of my shaft. I hadn't taken my hand off his crotch and was still massaging his solid bulge when I felt him quiver. His cock was pulsing and he was cumming in his drawers. Thick globs of his cum seeped through the fabric and the sight caused me to lose control. My cock erupted and several thick cum ropes shot out on the back of the seat in front of me. They clung to the seatback before slowly cascading down to the floor. My new friend took a tissue from his backpack and made an attempt to wipe up the cum seeping from the front of his trouser while I shook the remaining droplets from my cock onto the floor.

We were coming to his stop and as he got up to disembark he leaned in and whispered,

"I want that fatty in my ass."

I too, wanted to take him from behind and plant my seed deep in his mancunt. I smiled and nodded in the affirmative. I felt a surge of blood filling my cock thinking about it.  I was flattered. My cock is about six and a half to seven inches in length and six inches around. He wasn't the first to compliment my tool.  

One disadvantage of public transit is they run on their schedule, not mine. The bus ran on the hour and I had to take the seven A.M. bus to be at my job which started at eight. It arrived at my stop at seven twenty, giving me forty minutes to kill each day.  My new friend, who introduced himself as Ryan, and I were chatting it up the following morning while he had his hand up my short's leg caressing growing my cock. I learned that he too, began his workday at eight.  He asked where my stop was and I let him know it was the one right after his, two blocks up.

"Seems we both have some time to kill," he said.  "I still want your fat cock up my ass and I know a place."

"Is it safe, will we have time?" I asked.

"Get off at my stop and I'll take you there." he replied. "You decide."

We both exited the bus at his stop and he pointed to the gas station on the corner.

"It's one of those old gas stations where the restroom is on the outside of the building. I'll go in and get the key, you wait around the side." he instructed.

The thought of sucking cock and barebacking in a dirty men's room greatly appealed to me. I'd had many a sexual encounter in a public toilet and loved them all. The scent of urine and male musk seemed to enhance the sex. I eagerly agreed and went to the side to wait for Ryan. He opened the door and went in and I quickly followed. It was dimly lit, the sink and toilet were stained as I had expected, and, as expected, the enticing scent of male sexuality permeated the room. Typical of restrooms of this nature there were crudely drawn pictures of erect cocks, cocks squirting on gaping pussies and open mouths, and scrawled messages from men wanting to suck cock complete with date and time all over the walls. 

Once inside with the door securely locked, Ryan hastily unfastened and pulled my shorts down, dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I was fully engorged in seconds.

"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed, "You have an amazing cock, I want you to fuck me!"

"Easy there, Buddy, I've yet to have the pleasure of seeing your cock.", I informed him.

I backed up to the toilet pulling him with me. I lowered myself onto the seat and began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. I pulled his pants and jockey shorts down to his knees and his swollen cock bounced up into my face. I leaned in and put  my mouth over it and took him all the way down my throat. Ryan was no slouch himself when it came to cock size. His cock was draped on both sides by his shirt tails.  I reached up and began unfastening his shirt buttons revealing a chest and stomach covered in lush salt and pepper hair. He was rocking his hips back and forth and with his cock gently fucking my mouth I undid the last two buttons and pushed his shirt tails aside. I felt my nose pressed against bare skin.

I leaned back and saw Ryan's entire pubic region was completely shaved. My passion is for men who are hairy from the neck down to the toes. I don't mean to disparage men who choose to shave, but they are not my type. We all have our types and mine is hairy men. However, I do finish what I start and fervently went to work sucking his cock until he couldn't hold back and he filled my mouth with his cumload.

As much as I wanted to I didn't swallow his sweet and salty load. Instead, I held it in my mouth, stood up, turned Ryan around over the sink and spit his cum into my hand to lube my cock and his mancunt. I was delighted to see he had a beautiful furry ass as I smeared his jizz around his waiting pussy. I lined my slick knob up with his asshole and eased into him. His hole eagerly welcomed my engorged cock and I held his hips while I went balls deep in his sphincter. He was pushing back and grinding into me like a bitch in heat. 

"Fuck me, push in it deep, I want your thick load inside me!" he gasped "Hard, fuck me hard!"

I had him spread his ass cheeks with both hands, lean over with his knees bent and his legs spread and fucked him with all my might. I thrust hard, forcing my cock as deep as I could. He was grunting with each thrust.

"Oh, God damn, seed me now!" he breathlessly begged. "I want your cum...cum for me, cum in me!"

I could feel myself getting close and kept up my pace. As I was cumming I jammed my cock as far as I could into his juicy hole. I pulled him against me and held my rigid shaft deep inside him as it pulsed with the release of my creamy jism. I felt spurt after spurt leaving my cock and filling his hungry pussy.  Ryan was clenching his sphincter muscles and milking every last drop.  I pulled my cock out and ropes of thick cum dropped out of his gaping man cunt and splashed onto the floor. 

We were both panting as we dressed, taking turns in the dingy mirror doing our best to regain our compusure and look fresh for work. Ryan suggested I leave first and he would follow after a minute or so. I unlocked the door and walked out. My eyes were adjusting to the bright sun when I focused on a man standing there waiting to use the restroom. 

"It's still occupied." I said as I quickly rounded the corner.

No telling what the man heard. Ryan could explain if he felt a need to.